Messages from Dr. Angela
Blog February 2012DANCE, MOM My daughter loves to dance. For several years, she was a recreational dance at our local studio, but this year, she auditioned and made the intensive dance team. And so, at an age when many parents are retiring from the competitive dance circuit, I packed up my iPad, bedazzled a suitcase, and entered the world of competition dance mom. To be honest, I expected tears, taffeta, and tantrums. Instead I found purpose, persistence and perseverance. In short, I discovered on the dance stage, the same tools that are key to living an emotionally healthy life. In dance, if you fall down, you get back up and keep dancing. If you don’t win, you go back into the studio and work on perfecting your technique and showmanship. If you audition and are not selected, you never, ever, ever look back, but move on to the next audition. Most importantly, regardless of the level of expertise, when you love to dance, the LOVE of dance shows on your face. The reality of this last fact came to me not during a competition, but at one of my daughter’s team practices. The girls were running through the routine, and I was videotaping. As I pointed the iPad at the mirror, I saw the most amazing sight-the coach, dancing along with the girls with joy radiating from her entire being. Watching her reaffirmed one of the basic laws of the universe- when you commit to doing what you love no obstacle, no setback, noBODY can prevent you from being successful. There’s a country song by Lee Ann Womack that sums it up perfectly And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance I hope you dance, I hope you dance Find what you love and dance. I promise, it will lead to a life well-lived. Protect your spirit, Dr. Angela |
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When I was 6, I announced to my mother and the entire female population of my church, “that when I grew up I was going to be pastor’s wife because they always got to eat first and never got stuck with those nastydevil ham spread finger sandwiches.” The punishment I received for making this announcement in the middle of the ladies auxiliary’s silver anniversary tea made me rethink this vocational choice. 

